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[miscreantics]

[ One doesn't need to be part of a war to know the terror of it. Perhaps that knowledge, that understanding is reserved for the witty, the intelligent, for Athena and himself only, the ones who could think outside their comfortable box. Never inclined towards fighting himself, he can imagine all too clearly the wrath of his blood at arms.

He can imagine that wrath turned upon his own being with a clarity that adds swiftness to those wings flapping with all their might at his feet.

When one of those hard working digits is so suddenly pinned to the glacier, the shock of it causes feathers to jump and scatter, falling singed against the ice. He almost falls himself, being jerked back in spite of his need to move forward. Two feet back on that massive heap of ice that he fears might be his final resting place, he stares over the edge. Of all the possibilities, of all the things he could do, only one option seems in his favor.

It's all in or fold, and he never folds.

Turning around with his hands up, evident that he has no tricks up his sleeve, only genuine fear in his eyes, he can't even muster half of a smile. This is it, isn't it? ]

Hey, I wouldn't bet on me either, and you know I don't put my coin on a lame horse.

[ The words come out as a meager attempt to ease the tension, and he licks his lips before continuing, without nearly enough of a pause for the joke to land. ]

I didn't do it. I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this.

[hypsistos]

[ It was perhaps some inborn trait of Hermes that he could manage to tease out the traces of a smile from Zeus' mouth. He had done it as a child, and he was doing it now - the only problem was that the last time Hermes said "I didn't do it" as well, and that had turned out to be a lie.

Zeus couldn't afford to let him slip by this time.

With a flick of his wrist, lightning shot down from the sky and hit the ground several yards away from Hermes. ]

Why am I not believing you? [ He should have believed his own son, another Olympian. For just a moment, the thought that he had been potentially betrayed crossed his features before it was hidden behind a mask of rage again. ]

[miscreantics]

[ He flinched--of course he flinched. Who wouldn't flinch at the sound and sight of a heat and light that could have very easily been aimed to kill? It's a rare occasion when humor doesn't slip through the cracks; what a terrible time to comment on Zeus' aim this would be.

This isn't the time for it, and definitely not the place. His eyes linger at the melted crater where lightning had just struck for only a moment, before returning up to face his maker.

(Hermes knows liars, he knows all their tricks. This isn't one, he meets him eye to eye, as honest as one could possibly be. ) ]

Because you've never been able to tell when I'm telling the truth? I'm telling it now, Father, I swear it. What do you need me to swear upon for you to believe me? I've got nothing--If you could get Gaia to talk to you she would tell you. I would never do this.

Why, why would I?